Broad World

On the vast continent of Faerun, there have been countless large-scale wars. Although there has not been a military theorist, his application of various tactics is not much worse than those famous generals on Earth. Almost all commanders know one thing, that is, battles with spell casters and battles without spell casters are completely two concepts.

Especially when these guys with powerful destructive power get together, ordinary soldiers have no way to fight head-on. The human mage group that was first used in war can be traced back to the beginning of Netheril civilization. The famous Arcanist Iolum commanded nearly ten thousand spellcasters to launch an attack on the largest orc group in the country.

It was a genocidal killing, and countless war magics were put into practice. The tall magic portal surrounded the entire area. After a year and a half of fighting, all the old people, women, and children were slaughtered. Not a single orc could escape. After the battle, the enemy's corpses were counted. The total number exceeds 140,000.

Everyone knows that human soldiers are completely at a disadvantage when facing orc warriors, because these gray or green-skinned guys have more strength and longer arms. However, when Iolum launched the war, it only used less than one-third of the enemy's troops, and the mage group played a vital role in it. It was precisely because of this successful experience that everyone saw the great role casters played in the war. Since then, after thousands of years of evolution, all countries and city-states with sufficient financial resources will try to form and cultivate their own mage groups. What's more, they directly control the country. For example, Searle's red-robed mage. Another example is the only floating city "Shadow City" left over from the Netheril era.

As a traveler, Henry certainly understood the strategic significance of the mage group, so he spared no expense in spending a lot of money and material resources, and it took eight years to build such a team of about 500 people. Of course, they are completely incomparable with the caster organizations of Waterdeep City and Silvermoon Alliance. Ninety percent of them are below level 5, and they are mainly supported by a large number of magicians accumulated on weekdays. As for those pitiful spell slots, let's keep life-saving protective spells.

As the airship gets closer and closer to the battlefield. Many teenage boys and girls showed nervous expressions on their faces, staring at the battle situation below through the glass windows. Looking at these young juniors, Borken smiled gratifiedly, and then ordered loudly: "Everyone, get ready! Check the seat belts around your waist for the last time, and open the gates on both sides in three minutes to start casting spells." "Damn It’s here so soon. I suddenly feel like going to the bathroom, what should I do?” A freckled boy cursed in a low voice. Obviously, he was nervous, and not usually nervous. After all, it was the first time for these little mages to see such a large-scale war, and the shouts of killing were endless.

"Hahaha, Bean, you're actually scared. Don't worry. We're in the sky, and those stupid murlocs can't reach them." It was a girl who was also young. The little girl was not only not afraid. Instead, he showed an eager expression.

However, the conversation between the two of them quickly aroused the dissatisfaction of a middle-aged mage. He reprimanded the two young men: "Shut up and don't talk. Check the position of the medicine and the potion on your body immediately, and remember not to release it indiscriminately, and obey the order."

The same situation happened in the cabin of the airship no less than a dozen times, and the person responsible for the scolding was a member of the command system of the mage group. They are generally spell casters who are above level five and have participated in trials, and are responsible for conveying the orders of the commander-in-chief. These guys have all seen blood killing people, so they are relatively calmer.

Soon, the airship entered the designated combat position. With an order, the two sides of the bulkhead of the spellcaster-only airship were slowly opened. The seat was pushed to the edge by the mechanical arm, and a gust of strong cold wind blew, and everyone felt the biting cold.

"The first and second echelons prepare magic missiles, aiming at the murlocs at the front. The third and fourth echelons prepare the greasy technique, and the target is located one hundred meters behind the beach. The fifth and sixth echelons prepare the fireball technique, aiming at places where the crowd is concentrated, and the others are temporarily on standby. .”

After Borken issued the order, he immediately used the communication technique to say to Debra in the mage tower: "We have reached the sky above the battlefield, and now we need large-scale lighting."

The latter sneered and asked, "Are you sure you don't need magic support as long as it's lighting? I'm afraid it won't work with those little guys."

"Don't worry, I will shoot if I encounter danger. These young people need to exercise, and these murlocs who can't fly are the best targets."

For this mage group, Borken had great expectations. He knew that it might be difficult for these people to stand alone now, but as the level of spellcasting increases, the overall strength will rise in a straight line, and in the end they may be able to reproduce the glorious magic civilization of the Netheril era.

Debra didn't continue to argue. A few seconds later, a ball of light suddenly shot out from the top of the mage tower, instantly illuminating the surroundings of the entire island as if it were daytime. Many sahuagin suddenly felt dizzy and could not open their eyes at all. These sea creatures accustomed to the dark are extremely sensitive to strong light, so they suffered a big loss all at once.

Taking advantage of such a good opportunity, the mages who got the order just now started to activate the crouches in their hands one after another, and countless countless magics were released from them. The enemies who were hit suddenly were caught off guard, especially the magic missiles that flew down in pieces. Gorgeous mess, every hit can cause a lot of damage. Not to mention the power of the "Grease Art" combined with the "Fireball Art" later, it not only killed a lot of the enemy's physical strength, but also caused huge psychological pressure.

The morale of the barbarian warriors and human soldiers supported by magic was high. Cooperating with the magic spells blessed by priests and druids, they launched a beautiful counterattack in an instant. While wrestling with Jacques Houas, Vaughn laughed and asked, "Hahahaha! It seems that your army is about to end. How about it, are you interested in surrendering and becoming my subordinate?"

"Dreaming! I am the descendant of the great Sekola, the overlord of the deep sea world. How could I submit to a land creature."

Although Jacques Houas also knew that the situation was a bit bad. But in order not to affect morale, the duck is still stubborn. He glanced up at the stranded in the air. The face of the airship that kept releasing magic began to turn blue. You must know that the sahuagin, as Borken said, have no resistance to this kind of high-altitude flying object, and can only watch the opponent's wanton slaughter.

The half-orc warrior swung his two-handed giant sword a few times and said with a sneer, "A group of robbers is worthy of greatness? If you have any backhands, you'd better use it quickly, otherwise you will lose your chance immediately."

"Hmph! Since I want to seek death, I will help you." As he said, Jacques Houas took off the pearl on his neck, then bit his palm with sharp teeth, let the blood drip on it and prayed loudly: "The great Sekora! Creator of all sahuagin! Your loyal servants offer sacrifices here. You will harvest the souls of all or our enemies on this battlefield."

As soon as the words fell, an inexplicable force made the pearl float, and a few seconds later, a dark red evil aura burst out. Countless souls who died in battle were forcibly absorbed in, regardless of race or belief, one counts as one, and no one can escape.

Seeing that the barbarian's soul was also forcibly taken away, Vaughan had an angry look on his face. He roared angrily: "Profanity! How dare you do such a thing to the heroic spirit who believes in Tempus! I will tear you to pieces!"

"Hahahahahaha! Everything is for the glory of Sekora! Come on, let me offer your soul with my own hands." Saying that, Jacques Houas rushed forward, and its sharp teeth tore off a large piece in an instant. flesh. If it wasn't for the orc warrior's quick response, I'm afraid this arm would be lost.

Borken, standing high in the sky, made a keen discovery. As more and more souls are inhaled, the evil aura emanating from this pearl begins to increase the strength, agility, physical strength, and magic resistance of all sahuagin. Now the ordinary first-level magic is not very effective, and the spirit has become bloodthirsty and manic.

He didn't dare to neglect, and immediately used the communication technique to say to Debra: "It's not good, the enemy seems to have used an artifact, and immediately concentrated all the energy of the mage tower to launch a fatal blow."

"Damn it, I saw it without you saying it. The positive energy pool is charging the crystal on the top of the tower, and it will take a while. You should find a way to delay it for a while." After speaking, Debra cut off the communication. She obviously needs to focus on strengthening the control of the mage tower. If there is a mistake in this level of energy attack, the top of the tower might be blown away.

"Delay for a while? It's easy to say, but it's a veritable artifact." Borken muttered to himself, and immediately ordered: "From now on, enter unlimited attacks, don't be afraid to waste potions and Squat, use as much as you have.”

All members of the mage group were stunned by this order. You must know that everyone in this battle has carried potions and medicines worth more than one thousand gold coins. If they are all thrown out, it will be half a million gold coins. This is simply burning money, and it is a big burn.

Seeing that these guys were still in a daze, Borken urged loudly: "What are you looking at! Execute the order!"

He also knew that this was burning money, but there was no other way. To block the increasingly powerful sahuagin, this sacrifice was necessary. After all, money can be made again if it is gone, but if the army is dead or the city is captured, the consequences will be unimaginable.

It can be said that this arcanist left over from the Netheril period, most of the time, thinks similarly to Henry, which is why he was able to obtain the command of the mage group. Abandoning some unnecessary things to retain vitality at critical moments is what a mage regiment commander should do.

Because it is too difficult to cultivate spellcasters, each one is very precious. If it were Debra in command, with her character of never giving up until she reached the goal, perhaps more than half of the entire mage group would have suffered casualties after one or two fierce battles. Obviously, this is definitely not the result Henry wants.

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